Style: One flashy, fabulous coat
As described in my most-confessional post , in the past I sometimes wasted money because of luxe purchases like this silk Hermès sweater (and I bought a few of them, dammit), overly dressy for work, risky around kids, and a fortune to dry clean. An expensive mistake, ca. 1990 I was hoping to subvert a miasma of mumsyness, but they languished in their garment bags; I finally donated them to a charity auction. Abashed, I let a reflexive practicality creep in. Retirement, though, is entirely different than the '90s: It's time to wear what I want; the business clothes are long gone and my sons no longer greet me with peanut-buttered fingers. I'm ready for more rock in my roll. But what would that be? And then... I was at Fourrures Ajamian recently with my stylish friend Natasha to drop off our elderly, restyled furs for winter storage. We thought it would be a quick errand, but Jacqueline, the engaging third-generation owner of her family business, has a beguiling assortment
